Takeover Lyrics - The Blueprint - Jay-z

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit 

Memphis Bleek, we runnin this rap shit 

B. Mac, we runnin this rap shit 

Freeway, we run this rap shit 

O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit 

Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit 

The takeover, the break's over nigga 

God MC, me, Jay-Hova 

Hey lil' soldier you ain't ready for war 

R.O.C. too strong for y'all 

It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test 

Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest 

You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win? 

This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage 

Beatch - your reach ain't long enough, dunny 

Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucka 

Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy 

Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady 

We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama 

Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammer 

Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it 

So you won't confuse it with just rap music 

Related 

18 Non-Traditional Yet Perfect Wedding Songs 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit 

M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit 

The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit 

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it 

Freeway, we runnin this rap shit 

O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit 

Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit 

{*"Watch out! We run New York" -> KRS-One*} 

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews 

You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger than you 

When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight 

you was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya 

Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor 

Well - we don't believe you, you need more people 

Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes 

Nobody can read you dudes like we do 

Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you 

Trust me on this one - I'll detach you 

Mind from spirit, body from soul 

They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole 

No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked 

I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week 

You guys don't want it with Hov' 

Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', nooooo! 

Photos 

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit 

B. Sigel, we runnin this rap shit 

M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit 

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it 

O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit 

Freeway, we run this rap shit 

Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit 

{*"Watch out! We run New York" -> KRS-One*} 

I know you missin all the - FAAAAAAAME! 

But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your frame 

Nigga; you a - LAAAAAAAME! 

Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads 

Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash 

Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage 

Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all 

to your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours 

Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song 

but I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine 

That's why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end 

There's only so long fake thugs can pretend 

Nigga; you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad 

You scribbled in your notepad and created your life 

I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor 

(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on the dresser 

So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong 

You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song 

And you ain't get a coin nigga you was gettin fucked and 

I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing 

Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten 

I've been in it five - smarten up Nas 

Four albums in ten years nigga? I can divide 

That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due 

One was - NAHHH, the other was "Illmatic" 

That's a one hot album every ten year average 

And that's so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your flow 

Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge? 

(Get the fuck outta here) You niggaz gon' learn to respect the king 

Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen 

Because you know who (who) did you know what (what) 

with you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now 

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit 

M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit 

The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit 

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it 

Freeway, we run this rap shit 

O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit 

Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit 

{*"Watch out! We run New York" -> KRS-One*} 

A wise man told me don't argue with fools 

Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who 

So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown 

Please leave it alone - don't throw rocks at the throne 

Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you 

I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you 

Please, not Jay, he's, not for play 

I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin and gimmicks 

I will end it, all that yappin be finished 

You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep 

Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you 

Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-els 

Twinkletoes you breakin my heart 

You can't fuck with me - go play somewhere, I'm busy 

And all you other cats throwin shots at Jigga 

You only get half a bar - fuck y'all niggaz